Flying this way and that!
Birds doing acrobatics!
Weeeeeee
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
There! There in the Sun-Warmed Sky —-Sunday, June 28, 2026
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The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Doing Much Better, TLC, Friday, June 28, 2024
Finally, I am doing much better!
Almost, ALMOST, back to my old self!
I still have moments when things over-whelm me and I have to sit down and pull out as much fur as I can.
If Mom sees me doing that she grabs me, takes the fur out of my mouth and gives me lots of and lots of pets and kisses.
That helps. I forget about what is making me scared.
What has helped?
Well, it wasn’t the calming collars. I turned into a twisted tornado of fear when Mom put that thing on my neck.
It was a Feliway defusser.
Made me purr happily.
TLC Cai-Cai
purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
We Had a Small Brief —- Tuesday, June 28, 2022
We had a bunch of wind
That kicked up a huge fuss
But right after the wind finished it’s tantrum
We got ourselves a lovely little rain.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Magnificent Glory — Monday, June 28, 2021
Our oldest daughter (and oldest child) was driving home from Grand Junction when the sun created an amazing arch.
That most ancient sign of hope
There was a perfect double rainbow, glittering among the cool raindrops, on the desert between Delta and Grand Junction.
A most welcoming, joyful sight!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
On a Fun Cruise — Sunday, June 28, 2020
(Photo by Kyla Vasicko at the rest stop on Grand Mesa)
Our Car Club had a fun cruise Thursday…
We had to be up at the grey part of the day to get everything done so we could make it to Safeway, where everyone was to meet
Then we were off heading toward Rifle
To enjoy lunch at “Shooters”
After lunch, it was on to Glenwood Springs
Then Redstone
For a wee stop. These are the coke oven’s at Red Stone
Soon we were traveling over McClure Pass (we started to run into rain, at this point)
Home, Home again to finish up the days’ chores and to rest our sunburned faces. 🙂
It was ever so much fun!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Rocky Chaco Man—Thursday, June 28, 2018
On the day the full moon of June arrived
Rested while being hugged and read too at the Mesa County Library Reading to Dogs program
Eight little kids got to love and hug and read a book to Rocky The Rock Star!
Even the adults got in on the hug/love/pet Rocky part!
Your the best, Buddy!
From Boomer the Beaglie, Sherlock
The Middle of the Growing Season—-Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Yesterday Terry decided it was time to cut the hay
Rich, thick, full of blooms Second Cutting of hay
Today our whole house smells of delicious ‘just mown’ alfalfa…drying in the sun and wind
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
When Time Stops—Tuesday, June 28, 2016
On Sunday we left the Uncompahgre Plateau—25 Mesa to be exact—around three o’clock in the afternoon. Leaving behind the sun-warmed flowers, leaf mold, and coolness mountain air always seems to have.
The morning of Monday the sun broke free of the tree line; way after we got in from changing the water. The air was full of wide awake birds, winging their way here and there. Their flights crisscrossing the paths of other birds…no flight plan needed.
All, except for the pinto bean field, the tractor work has ceased. One more time a little later the pinto beans will be cultivated—knocking down the weeds so the beans can grow without interference.
We work until the light slowly fades, retreating beyond the Uncompahgre Plateau. The thick shadows, edge the the little knolls on our place, and rim the the ditch banks. The fugitive light highlights the leaves on the corn causing green shadows, which shift in the evening breeze.
“This is my favorite time of the day,” Terry tells me at least once a week. “The air cools, a feeling of renewal takes place, everything starts to have a calm feeling.”
For me it is morning.
My favorite time of the day…for just a second, as the sky lightens, the hope of the new day rises in me, I feel energized and ready for whatever might come.”
It is only for a moment.
Then the sun bursts froth and the day begins. But for the moment it feels as if the freshness of the day will last forever.
Either way—sunrise, or sunset…the feeling is there. The moment when time stops. I’m sure it is different for everyone. That feeling of birth.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Listen—Sunday, June 28, 2015
The heat is ferocious–late July and early August heat. Bearing down and smashing one into the ground. Still I’ll take it any day over the long, dark, cold, and dreary days of winter.
Anyday!
Years ago I saw these beautiful flowers growing in my Mother-in-law’s yard. She was ripping them out and tossing them in the trash heap.
“Oh, what are those beautiful plants”? I asked her.
“Scotch Bluebonnets”, she replied. “You don’t want them, they spread like weeds.”
“Oh, but I do! May I have a couple of shovel fulls to plant in me yard?” I replied with shinning eyes!
“Honestly you will NOT want these things” she said in disgust, as she put two shovel full of starts in a cardboard box for me.
I hugged the box to my chest and placed it very carefully in the trunk of the car. “Thank you!” I cried. “I’m sure I will love them.”
“Don’t thank me”, she very tiredly replied. “I guarantee you will not like them, in the long run.”
I can assure you, many, many, years later…SHE WAS RIGHT! I do NOT want these invasive weeds masquerading as flowers. Horrid plants! Just HORRID! They are everywhere in my yard, in the grass on the lawn, in every flowerbed, along side the ditches—-ugh!
Every morning the earth, the sky, and the air seem so fresh and alive. If one stands still surrounded by the chirps and chitters of all the birds; stands outside and is very still. Still in the mind, not just the body, still so your soul can hear—the voice of the earth will speak loud and clear.
It seems that the rocks and the trees and even the soil underneath your feet is waking refreshed and eager to start the day.
As the day ends and night creeps along our mesa; lengthening it’s way toward the west; I can sometimes feel the sweet song of bedtime flowing down deep within the earth.
Today is Sunday. Today we only do those things that MUST be done…today we rest and enjoy the fruits of the past week, preparing for the new week.
I hope each and everyone of you have a good Sunday, my friends!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm
Linda
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